Four dark tales of erotica that go under the sea, into a haunted mansion, beneath the earth and into the woods. Who will survive?

Sea Men—A woman abandoned to the ocean for refusing to cross the friend-zone barrier finds herself the object of interest for some mermen as she loses her grip on reality.

Swipe Right—On a first date, her realtor companion decides to show her an unsellable house. When he makes a move, she rebuffs him but not in time to stop his girlfriend from seeing them.

Cross Country—She is with friends and a guide on a skiing weekend, but she isn’t as fast as her companions. After a flurry, she is lost and they are gone. Finding shelter is her prime concern with night creeping in, but the mythical beast she has to share a cave with has more than sleep on his mind.

Camping Out—After a stressful wedding, she is tired of being the bridesmaid. Now, here she is, forced to camp with friends while she remains in the only solo tent. She pitches her small site away from the others. The scratch on her flap in the middle of the night is definitely something that wants to know her better as it hauls her into the woods.

Excerpt:

Emmy looked at the dark water and bit her lip. Anything could be under there staring up at her and she would never know it. “I am not really a strong swimmer.”

Bob grinned from next to her. “Don’t worry. I am here to help.”

She was about to ask him if she could skip the night swim when he used his larger muscle mass to grab her and pull her over the side and into the water.

She shrieked and choked on the water as she fought to right herself and tread on the surface. “Why did you do that?”

He chuckled and swam closer, his years of competitive swimming showing in the ease of his movements.

“You needed to get wet, and this was the fastest way to do it.” The shadow of his face showed the white Cheshire-like grin.

She tried to move away from him. “I just don’t appreciate death being an option.”

He slipped over to block her from returning to the boat. “You can hold onto me if you like.” He stroked his hand up her arm, and then, he cupped her breast.

She jerked back. “I told you; I am not interested.”

He lunged forward and kissed her, holding her hair as they sank under the waves.

He held her there until she was weakly struggling before he kicked them back to the surface. He was grinning again. “If you say you’ll fuck me, I will take you back to the boat.”

She groaned at her stupidity. She had been told that everyone needed to try a midnight swim on their first time out on the ocean. All of her friends had agreed with long winks in Bob’s direction. She had just wanted to fit in with the more affluent crowd. College sucked.

She frowned but stood her ground, so to speak. “No. I am not going to fuck you, but I am going back to the boat.”

She started to swim toward it, and he simply swam around her, making it to the boat when she was still yards away. The engine fired up, and he looked at her over his shoulder. “Bitch.”

He gunned the engine, and the small zodiac skimmed over the waves, leaving her alone in the dark.

She wanted to yell, but she had to keep her mouth shut. The choppy waves of the wake were trying to drown her.

Emmy aimed for the direction she remembered them being in and followed the wake of the boat to try and get to safety. She wasn’t going to make it. She knew she was done for, but she wasn’t giving up.

Her arms grew heavy, and it wasn’t until something touched her leg under the water that a surge of adrenalin ripped through her. She couldn’t shriek. She needed her mouth to breathe.

Another slick touch on her thigh made her keep going. She was terrified, but continuing toward her only hope of safety was her one chance. When a grasp around her ankle pulled her under, her mouth and nose flooded with salt water.

She tried not to breathe in, she saw bubbles coursing up to the light of the moon, and there was no way of knowing what had a grip on her. The water got darker and darker.